the OBOLs are on our side,
it seems their very appearance comes with a serious side effect.”
“I think you all have made some valid points,” Evan said.
He continued scribbling key words of their arguments on the easel.
Iris grabbed a marker off the table. “May I?” she asked
Evan. He nodded.
She wrote three words: OBOLs, DIAL, and PRESENCE.
“As you can see, we have reason to believe in an alien
visitation. But we also have good reason to doubt it as well. The three sources
of information all appear tangible or what we may perceive to be as real. Yet
all three cannot be proved to have originated from another world.”
“I agree with Iris,” Evan said.
“You do?” Kassidy asked in a facetious tone. “I guess you
might have to if you believe in government, Evan. White House representatives
maintain there is no credible evidence to support an extraterrestrial presence
on earth. They say it’s just all statistics and speculation. But in your
defense, I must say I have my doubts if there is an actual intelligent presence
in the White House—be it worldly or otherworldly.” She tipped her glass
at him in mock salute.
“That’s why we need to experiment,” Evan responded. “I do
believe that DJ is a medium. I also believe spirits sometimes share our realm.
The problem I have with ghost hunting is that I wonder why just some of us can
speak with the dead. You know, I read that Harry Houdini may have been murdered
because he distrusted mediums. He argued they were all frauds. Some believe
this angered enough people to result in his death. Now, I don’t want to get the
Colorado Ghost Hunters perturbed enough to resort to violence. What I would
like to prove is that we all can—under the right
circumstances—commune with spirits, for real.” He ended his statement
with arms extended, palms facing up.
Iris folded her arms across her chest. She was more than
a bit miffed that this scientist knew how to charm. She had always believed
scientists were antisocial and awkward. She tried to pound her point home one
more time. “Even if you can do this, I must remind you it proves nothing to
substantiate the ghost’s claim of extraterrestrial origins.”
Mitchell tapped Iris on the shoulder and nodded. “I
suspect Evan is looking for a volunteer. I’d like to assist.”
“Oh, you can do more than assist, my friend—you can
be our test subject,” Evan said.
Evan explained that water could be used as a medium to
transmit thoughts. “Some believe spirits exist in water. I agree water could be
a vessel of data, of stored information. And, although I am still skeptical, I
do agree that one’s makeup, their genetic coding, might be able to be stored in
water. That point is at least arguable. And, because I’m a molecular
geneticist, I am intrigued by this theory.”
“Ah, a geneticist,” Kassidy said. “Those alien autopsies
must really rock your world.”
Evan pinched the bridge of his nose. “Back to the matter
at hand. The water, as I was saying, should be able to transmit brainwaves via
the spirit to DJ and then to Mitchell, if the theory is correct.”
“How do I fit in?” Mitchell asked.
“Can you show me your bathtub?” Evan asked Iris.
“T HIS WILL do nicely,” Evan said upon inspecting the tub.
It was an old-fashioned clawfoot tub. “I will be able to erect a Faraday cage
around this. It will limit the number of electromagnetic waves bombarding our
dear test subject. In turn, that should make it easier for DJ to transmit the
specific brainwave to Mitchell.”
The rest of the team had followed Evan, crowing around
the bathroom door to sneak a peek at what would become his makeshift lab.
“I gather I will be in the tub,” Mitchell said.
“Yes.” Evan answered. “You will be in the tub, submerged
under water.”
Mitchell cocked his head.
“Don’t worry, I’ll bring a snorkel. It’s how you will
breathe.”
E VAN
SUGGESTED everyone get some rest,
and the
it seems their very appearance comes with a serious side effect.”
“I think you all have made some valid points,” Evan said.
He continued scribbling key words of their arguments on the easel.
Iris grabbed a marker off the table. “May I?” she asked
Evan. He nodded.
She wrote three words: OBOLs, DIAL, and PRESENCE.
“As you can see, we have reason to believe in an alien
visitation. But we also have good reason to doubt it as well. The three sources
of information all appear tangible or what we may perceive to be as real. Yet
all three cannot be proved to have originated from another world.”
“I agree with Iris,” Evan said.
“You do?” Kassidy asked in a facetious tone. “I guess you
might have to if you believe in government, Evan. White House representatives
maintain there is no credible evidence to support an extraterrestrial presence
on earth. They say it’s just all statistics and speculation. But in your
defense, I must say I have my doubts if there is an actual intelligent presence
in the White House—be it worldly or otherworldly.” She tipped her glass
at him in mock salute.
“That’s why we need to experiment,” Evan responded. “I do
believe that DJ is a medium. I also believe spirits sometimes share our realm.
The problem I have with ghost hunting is that I wonder why just some of us can
speak with the dead. You know, I read that Harry Houdini may have been murdered
because he distrusted mediums. He argued they were all frauds. Some believe
this angered enough people to result in his death. Now, I don’t want to get the
Colorado Ghost Hunters perturbed enough to resort to violence. What I would
like to prove is that we all can—under the right
circumstances—commune with spirits, for real.” He ended his statement
with arms extended, palms facing up.
Iris folded her arms across her chest. She was more than
a bit miffed that this scientist knew how to charm. She had always believed
scientists were antisocial and awkward. She tried to pound her point home one
more time. “Even if you can do this, I must remind you it proves nothing to
substantiate the ghost’s claim of extraterrestrial origins.”
Mitchell tapped Iris on the shoulder and nodded. “I
suspect Evan is looking for a volunteer. I’d like to assist.”
“Oh, you can do more than assist, my friend—you can
be our test subject,” Evan said.
Evan explained that water could be used as a medium to
transmit thoughts. “Some believe spirits exist in water. I agree water could be
a vessel of data, of stored information. And, although I am still skeptical, I
do agree that one’s makeup, their genetic coding, might be able to be stored in
water. That point is at least arguable. And, because I’m a molecular
geneticist, I am intrigued by this theory.”
“Ah, a geneticist,” Kassidy said. “Those alien autopsies
must really rock your world.”
Evan pinched the bridge of his nose. “Back to the matter
at hand. The water, as I was saying, should be able to transmit brainwaves via
the spirit to DJ and then to Mitchell, if the theory is correct.”
“How do I fit in?” Mitchell asked.
“Can you show me your bathtub?” Evan asked Iris.
“T HIS WILL do nicely,” Evan said upon inspecting the tub.
It was an old-fashioned clawfoot tub. “I will be able to erect a Faraday cage
around this. It will limit the number of electromagnetic waves bombarding our
dear test subject. In turn, that should make it easier for DJ to transmit the
specific brainwave to Mitchell.”
The rest of the team had followed Evan, crowing around
the bathroom door to sneak a peek at what would become his makeshift lab.
“I gather I will be in the tub,” Mitchell said.
“Yes.” Evan answered. “You will be in the tub, submerged
under water.”
Mitchell cocked his head.
“Don’t worry, I’ll bring a snorkel. It’s how you will
breathe.”
E VAN
SUGGESTED everyone get some rest,
and the
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